The sun is

was

low on Salzas silver deep
Broad loomed the lofty city in its sleep
Dome over dome in arched array was set
Spire over spire and sparkling minaret,
How red you saw the swarthy sunset shine

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Where

huge

rose

St Ruperts mighty marble shrine
Rich with the spoils of many a Hartzwald mine
Crag heaped poised on crag, with each its battlement

That

The

Fortress reared its dark and huge ascent a
From its foundation lifted like a cloud,

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Silent and

But moveless

But moveless—

changeless, beautifully proud,
Shadow imbued with sunbeams like a veil,
Clasps the wide city, wreathes its outlines pale
And mingles roof with roof and tower with towr,
Twilights soft magic brooding oer the hour,

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Mysterious beauty upon all seen there
And all unseen, imagined passing fair.
Oh what can break the still, at even shed,
Just as the sun displays his parting red
There is no sound that comes not sweetly by

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When the last lights upon the landscape die,
Loud shouts

 Low chaunts

Low chaunts the fisher where the waters pour,
  And murmuring voices come along the shore,
And many a plash of wave upon the side,
Of yon dark boat that slumbers on the tide

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And there are sounds from city & from hill
Shore, forest, flood, & field, yet all

seems

seems still.
I left the shore, and ere the nights descent
Through huge St Ruperts massive portal went,
Full many a marble there of changing hue,

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Chiselled & fretted, walled the temple through
Successive altars lit with incensed flame
Rose through the chapels, none without a name
And the worn pavement every shrine before
Of long devotion certain witness bore

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And there was many a statue nobly wrought
And many a sta painting from the southward brought
Planned by those master minds, that ever stand
The life, the glory, of their native land 1
And, as hard rock, that mid some softer stone,

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Stands from the rest, unbuttressed, & alone
A bulwark, rears its iron strength for aye,
The weaker

while soft

crag around it wears away, b
So shall their memory lift itself at last,
Forth from the ruins of the aeras past

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So, like some lofty beacon, constant shine,
Distinctly seen amid

glowing thro

the mist of time
The vesper hymn was singing, as the night
Rolled round the temple, veiling from the sight
The mighty dome so high and heavenward piled

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Beneath whose concave slumbers Scotlands child
The Good St Rupert, & full silently
Star after

sky

star

was scattered on the sky
And I forgot the city, as I gazed
Where thousand worlds through all the midnight blazed,

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And I held through them commune with the heaven.